It would never cease to catch Santana off guard sometimes just how quickly Sebastian could call her on her bullshit. He wasn't willing to let her think that he bought her crap, and as much as she wanted to be annoyed by it, she couldn't help appreciating the fact that he knew her that well. Friends in life came and went, but there was something special in the connection between a fag and his hag. Especially when said fag and hag were cut from the same cloth in so many ways. "You know you're an obnoxious bitch for being right, don't you?" she challenged, but the look on her face more than gave away how right he was. "Fine... Yes. I'm scared. Brittany was my best friend. And as... thick as she was sometimes... or usually... she and I had such a background together. We were so close that it was just easy being with her at first. Until we split. But... relationships are hard, babe. And fucking is easy. I'm... I'm happy for Kurt and Blaine, even if I'm worried. It sounds like a hell of a lot of drama for a first relationship. That's all."

Santana grinned back at Sebastian, rolling her eyes. "No... You definitely don't have that. And definitely don't want Meg Ryan up in this bitch. Britt tried to make me watch City of Angels once, and I fell asleep. But this is definitely not your average love story here. I don't know exactly how bad eating disorders get as far as the mind part of it. It's not exactly an area of expertise for me... But it sure seems like Kurt freaked out and threw Blaine under the bus once. That being said, though, if he's getting help, then maybe Blaine can help him through it. I really just don't know, though. I haven't talked to Kurt in ages. I used to despise him, but I think I'd actually like to see him now."